#tenebraethia

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Finding Beauty in Darkness

darkness, to me, isn’t just a setting or a mood; it’s a crucible where truths are unveiled and the weight of pain strips away pretenses, exposing what truly matters. my stories don’t shy away from this space; i embrace the grief, fear, and anger because it’s in these moments of raw vulnerability that i discover glimmers of resilience, defiance, and hope.

pain isn’t a destination in my works; it’s a journey. loss isn’t a void; it’s a transformation. in Tenebraethia, when the triplets face their mother’s death, their mourning isn’t despair; it’s growth. each triplet copes differently: Eirynia channels it into determination, Eiryls into introspection, and Eivey into justice. their pain binds them, reshapes them, and propels them forward.

beauty in darkness emerges through contrast. a barren battlefield, scarred by war, becomes a canvas for unexpected acts of kindness—a soldier shielding an enemy child, a forgotten hymn rising from the lips of the dying. these moments are not saccharine; they are hard-won, emerging from the stark reality of suffering. they remind me that even in the most harrowing conditions, humanity persists.

the shadows in my worlds aren’t simply voids; they’re rich with texture and meaning. they were created to test faith, forge courage, and redefine love.

consider the local blacksmith of Tenebraethia, who crafts weapons to honor her fallen family. every blade carries her grief and hope that they’ll protect others from her fate. in the dimly lit workshop, she hammers away at the metal, infusing each weapon with a piece of her soul. the swords and shields she creates are not just tools for battle; they are symbols of her strength and resilience. as the sun sets and the shadows grow longer, the blacksmith's creations stand as a testament to the power of love and sacrifice in the face of darkness.

through this lens, darkness becomes a source of strength for my writing! it serves as a proving ground where all my characters—and myself—discover our true capabilities. my stories don’t ask to ignore or diminish pain; instead, they challenge us to confront it. and within that, i hope we all find the seeds of something worth fighting for.

even in the deepest shadows, there is beauty to be found—not despite the darkness, but because of it.

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could you tell me a little more about the Slumfjord Valleys?

why thank you for asking 🥹 of course i can give you some more detail! i'll be making the master post for this wip within the next few days so be on the lookout!

the slumfjord valleys are a haunting place, hidden beneath a shroud of mist that never seems to clear. eirlys noxthorne reigns here, the eldest of the triplets, her power extending into the dreamworld itself.

the capital of the slumfjord valleys, solstice's keep, is a sprawling city built into the rocky cliffs, overlooking a sea of mist. it is known for its gothic-meets-futuristic architecture—stark, towering structures that seem to blend with the landscape, as though half-forgotten by time.

the keep itself is an ancient castle-like structure, where eirlys resides, surrounded by towers that seem to scrape the sky. the city below is alive with market stalls, scholars, and travelers seeking access to the dreamworld through the ziri waterfalls, a sacred site on the outskirts of the capital.

the valleys are more than just eerie—they hold the weight of ancient history, with the land itself imbued with the memories of long-forgotten lives. every step feels like an encounter with the past... it's quite eerie. or so i’ve been told. travelers, if brave enough to venture, are greeted by the strange whispers that seem to curl out from the very mist that clings to the ground.

the ziri waterfalls, one of the most notable features of the slumfjord valleys, serve as gateways to the dreamworld. the falls aren’t just majestic—they carry with them a sort of magic, a thin veil between realms. their waters are ethereal, shimmering in a way that doesn’t seem to fully exist in the waking world.

the mist that rises from the falls spreads across the valleys, blending memory and dream until reality itself feels unstable. people who come too close to the falls often report strange visions, sometimes seeing their own past, or memories they never lived.

eirlys, the eldest of the noxthorne triplets, holds dominion over these lands and the dreamworld. her powers not only allow her to manipulate dreams but to command the mist that clings to the valleys, bending memory and reality. for the rest of the slumfjord lore, subscribe to my patreon for free!

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upcoming wip update hint!!

the updated wip in question is surrounding tenebraethia and the mysterious triplets, Noxthorne.

they've uncovered the true events surrounding the night they were born—spoiler alert—it's not pretty. 🥲

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Coffee: Does your character hold a lot of grudges? What is something they are bitter about?

I’ll be using Eirynia noxthorne to answer this one:

Eirynia’s tendency to hold grudges stems from a deeply ingrained sense of fairness and her acute awareness of imbalance—traits she’s carried since childhood and honed as an adult leading an entire population. As the middle triplet, she grew up sandwiched between Eiryls, the eldest, and natural leader, and Eivey, the youngest and most emotionally volatile. This positioning left her in a perpetual state of fighting to be seen, heard, and valued. Over time, she developed a sharp sense of justice, but also a deep resentment toward those who undermined or overlooked her contributions.

As a child, Eirynia often felt like she had to clean up after her sisters. This meant calming Eivey's tantrums or settling conflicts between Eiryls and their mother, Ithillya. These small slights added up, cementing the idea that her needs were secondary. When Eirynia's talents for memory manipulation and temporal preservation became apparent, it felt less like recognition and more like duty. She was “useful,” but only when it served others. Even as her abilities surpassed her sisters' in complexity, she remained in their shadow, expected to carry burdens without acknowledgment.

These feelings didn’t dissipate as Eirynia grew older—they evolved. When she became the ruler of Vesmiren, a population caught in the delicate balance of survival and preservation, the stakes of her resentment grew heavier. Eirynia sees her leadership as a monumental responsibility—one her sisters can’t fully understand, as they rule domains with different pressures. The inhabitants of Vesmiren rely on her to shield them from the desert's temporal distortions and preserve their memories and pasts, which require Eirynia to make tough choices. Every failure or betrayal under her watch feels personal, a breach in the foundation she has constructed through unwavering determination.

Her grudges, then, are more than emotional—they are strategic. In Eirynia’s mind, holding on to a slight isn’t just about vengeance; it’s about cataloging who has betrayed her trust and who might do so again. Her role requires her to remember every detail—an unfair advantage, perhaps, but one she considers necessary. She doesn’t have the luxury of forgetting or forgiving too easily, especially in a world where survival hinges on vigilance.

The affair with Andaris has only deepened her resolve. Eirynia wasn’t blind to the moral complexity of their relationship. She knew it was a betrayal of her sister and that Andaris, torn between his twins, his ex-wife Oreyana, and her, was a man divided. But for Eirynia, the affair was less about love and more about connection. For once, someone had chosen her—not Eiryls, not Eivey. When Andaris inevitably faltered, retreating to his obligations, it reopened old wounds, solidifying her belief that no one truly prioritizes her. She didn’t outwardly lash out, but instead buried the resentment, letting it simmer beneath her calm exterior.

Her grudges complicate her relationships, particularly with her sisters. Eirynia’s pragmatism clashes with Eiryls’ idealism and Eivey’s impulsiveness. She sees their decisions—both in governance and in personal matters—as reckless or shortsighted, leading her to quietly catalog their failures as further proof of her unappreciated burden. This tension manifests in subtle, cutting remarks or moments where Eirynia withholds her insights to let her sisters falter. It's not ill will.

In her leadership, Eirynia’s grudges become a double-edged sword. On one hand, they make her an exacting and uncompromising ruler, someone who holds her subordinates accountable and demands excellence. A culture of fear is created by her inability to forgive easily. Mistakes aren’t just failures—they’re betrayals. Yet, her people respect her deeply because they know her grudges come from a place of fierce loyalty to Vesmiren and its survival.

Eirynia's grudges are ultimately a survival mechanism, a way to protect herself from vulnerability and betrayal in a world that's repeatedly shown her that trust is fragile. They give her strength and clarity as a leader, but they also isolate her, reinforcing the very loneliness that fuels her resentment. It’s a cycle she’s aware of but struggles to break, even as she strives to protect her people and navigate the fraught dynamics of her family. For Eirynia, her attachment to the past serves as both her greatest asset and her profound weakness—a trait that shapes her identity as a ruler, a sister, and a woman within the demanding world of Tene.

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this tickled me bc tenebraethian lore is getting so much attention right now hahah

but!! i’m refining and editing lore to share with you guys! 🥹

these are the placeholder crests that will remain until i come up with something better. 🫶🏾

i love exploring their bonds as sisters and how their lives were growing up to now being rulers of the metaphysical realms of dreams and the collective unconscious, memories and the collective consciousness, and purgatory.

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ehat is a notable feature of Tenebraethia? What's your favorite thing about the land?

Eek! I was so excited to answer this. Please send me more questions!! By the way, thank you bunches for the ask, and please don't hesitate any further when reaching out to me! but to be short and sweet:

A notable feature of Tenebraethia is, without a doubt, the mist that blankets the land, almost like it's alive—constantly shifting, hiding, and revealing pieces of the world as if it knows more than the people walking through it. What I love about the mist is its mystery. It's not just a physical phenomenon; it has these deeper, almost sentient properties that respond to emotions and dreams. As the story progresses, I plan to dive deeper into what the mist truly is and how it ties into the greater magic and consciousness of Tenebraethia. I want it to feel like more than just a setting—almost like another character in the world.

My favorite thing about Tenebraethia, though, is the way the land allows you to physically cross the veil between reality and your subconscious. For me, this is where the story becomes most exciting. I’ve always been fascinated by the idea that dreams and subconscious thoughts aren’t just something in your mind but something you can actually experience and confront. In Tenebraethia, it’s possible to step into this otherworld, to wander through your dreams, face the parts of yourself you keep hidden, and engage with your mind in a way that’s tangible. It’s that blend of psychological and physical journeying that I find really inspiring to write—it pushes me to explore my characters more deeply and creatively, bringing their inner conflicts to life in unexpected ways.

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Writing Share Tag

Thank you, @inseasofgreen, for the tag! I wanna tell you guys a story of three stars born during a celestial event that will later define their destiny and put their potent cosmic powers to the test! This is:

Prophecy of the Triad: A Tenebraethian Tale of the Night of the Three Stars

The perpetual twilight of Tenebraethia deepened as Dr. Lysandra Vex-Noxthorne clutched her swollen belly, her breath catching in her throat. The aurora veils beyond her window pulsed with an intensity she had never seen before, casting eerie, shifting shadows across the birthing chamber of the Noxthorne estate.

"Caelum," she whispered, reaching for her husband's hand. Professor Caelum Noxthorne, his blue and green eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and fear, grasped her fingers tightly.

"I'm here, my love," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. "The midwives are on their way, and—"

His words were cut short by a sudden, blinding flash from the sky. The couple turned to the window, their personal moment eclipsed by a cosmic spectacle. A comet, its tail a cascade of impossible colors, streaked across Tenebraethia's star-strewn canvas.

Lysandra gasped, not from pain but from the sudden influx of quantum data flooding her mind.

"Caelum, the readings... it's unlike anything we've ever seen. The energy signatures, the temporal fluctuations—"

Caelum squeezed her hand, his own empathic abilities overwhelmed by a wave of emotions not his own—loneliness, purpose, and a depth of knowledge that made his head spin.

"I feel it too, Lysandra. It's as if the comet itself is alive, sentient..."

Their scientific observations were interrupted by Lysandra's cry as another contraction seized her. The midwives burst into the room, their faces a mix of professional calm and awe at the celestial display outside.

As the comet began to break apart in the upper atmosphere, scattering shimmering fragments across Tenebraethia, Lysandra began to push. The air in the birthing chamber grew thick with mist, pulsing with energy that seemed to synchronize with her efforts.

Caelum watched in amazement as the mist coalesced into three distinct swirling patterns around Lysandra's bed.

"Three," he whispered, the revelation hitting him hard.

"Lysandra, we're having triplets!"

The first child slipped into the world as a fragment of the comet struck the crystal forests in the distance, sending a shockwave of light and energy rippling across the landscape. The baby girl's cries harmonized with the resonating crystals, and for a moment, every dreamer on Tenebraethia shared a vision of swirling nebulae and distant stars.

"Eirlys," Lysandra breathed, cradling the newborn.

"Her name is Eirlys."

The second child arrived as another comet fragment pierced the eternal shadows of Voidheart in the Umbra Archipelago. When the baby's eyes opened, they seemed to contain the depth of ages, reflecting the newly illuminated ancient ruins. They named her Erinia, the keeper of memories yet to be made.

As Lysandra prepared to deliver the third child, the largest fragment of the comet—its core—plummeted towards the Whispering Isles. The impact sent a pulse of chrono-energy surging across Tenebraethia. In that moment, the final triplet entered the world, her first breath drawing in the altered mists now infused with alien essence.

"Evyr," Caelum said softly, taking the third child in his arms. As he held her, he felt a sudden, overwhelming connection to every living thing on Tenebraethia, sensing the subtle changes wrought by the comet's passage.

The three newborns, placed side by side, seemed to glow with an inner light that mirrored the cosmic display outside. The midwives stepped back, their expressions a mixture of joy and trepidation. They had assisted in many births, but never one so intertwined with world-shaking events.

As the cosmic storm subsided, leaving a changed Tenebraethia in its wake, Lysandra and Caelum shared a look of understanding. Their daughters, born on this impossible night, were destined for something extraordinary.

In the distance, at the impact site of the comet's core, a figure emerged from a crater of crystallized time. Moiranon, the cosmic exile, took their first steps onto Tenebraethian soil. As if sensing the arrival, the triplets stirred in unison, their tiny hands reaching out to each other.

The Night of Three Stars, as it would come to be known, marked the beginning of a new era for Tenebraethia. In the years to come, as the triplets grew and Moiranon's influence spread, the events of that night would be remembered as both a miracle and a harbinger—the night when the fate of not just a world but perhaps the entire cosmos began to shift.

Tell me what you think of the introduction to my new world! I'm still working on my world of sound magic, but I'd like to know if I should put these two worlds within the same galaxy. Build my own planetary system? Idk honestly, I'm just brainstorming that idea; if anyone has any feedback, don't hesitate to reply or ask! :)

I am tagging in: @the-golden-comet, @illarian-rambling, @slenders1ckn3ss, @queerfox-tales, @dyrewrites, and @oc-atelier! And anyone who wants to share their writing 🥰